Roaming Nobles Novels & Stories

Aria closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze, her lips unconsciously puckering up. His ringtone sounded loudly, startling Aria. With his arms still around her waist, he picked up. Yes, the first word tinged with irritation, Ok I’m on my way. I have to leave Yes, that’s alright. I’ll see you tonight, he left but not before stealing a light peck. It was only after he left that Aria finally breathed. Had he always been like this? She’d obviously heard of Roman Knight, but he was always described as a ruthless man with no patience or tolerance for anyone. The fact that unlike those second-generation heirs, he’d never had any scandal with a woman, made people question his sexual

I say quietly, "there was another royal bloodline." She frowns. "What Bloodline?" "The Novaks." The name means nothing to her. I see it in the faint crease between her brows, in the way she's searching her memory and finding nothing. "I've never heard of them." "You weren't supposed to." Her brows knit together. "What?" "History is written by the family that keeps the throne." "What are you talking about?" "Alaric was never meant to be King." I hold her gaze for a moment before continuing. "The Novaks were the first royal wolves, the one who united the realm long before the Voss ever wore a crown."

Because on one hand, this will solidify their status, on other hand, they can get easier access to make contacts with Nobel household. In the Atlas Kingdom, the status of Noble families is very important. There are many wealthy and influential people in the Kingdom yet they still need to show respect towards Nobles. In the Atlas Kingdom, It is not easy to receive a Noble title, people need to either gain merits by joining the Kingdom’s military or contribute many accomplishments. Either way, it is hard and near impossible to gain noble titles for commoners. Although there is an instance where certain genius individual contributes and invent new inventions for the Kingdom, they are gifted wit

Rosa::: I guess the day is finally here the day kumara officially becomes one of us ,it makes me happy really ,since his arrival to my pack ,they've been a lot of improvements around ,especially with my warriors and , a lesser work load for gamma Rex to handle ,that's why I'm comfortable sending him out on errands ,because there's someone who can cover for him ,I take a quick shower and slide into a nice outfit a red skirt and white top ,I walk down to my mirror apply some light make up on while brushing my hair ,its really messed up ,I'm not surprised though considering that I've passed through a lot in the last twenty four hours ,I slip my feet into a nice pair of black sneakers and I gue

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

In the heart of the grand castle, where stone walls echoed with centuries of history, Roberick, the formidable and enigmatic ruler of the land, stood at the center of a lavish banquet. It was a celebration of diplomacy, a gathering of nobles, dignitaries, and foreign emissaries who had come to pay tribute to the kingdom of Eldoria.

Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair. The Rogue Lands, once seen as desolate and lawless, had transformed under their rule. The borders were now open, allowing its people to travel freely into the Pack Lands to trade, sell, and work. No longer bound by the old laws of segregation, the Rogues had found a new place in this evolving world. Many chose to remain independent, living outside the structure of a pack, but they were no longer outcasts. They thrived, and for the first time in years, the specters of famine and poverty had been wiped from the lands. The kingdom’s prosperity was shared, and all were free to l

"A rover with no set clan or ancestral territories to claim. I stumbled upon your tracks and those of the Rager while hunting and thought it prudent to prevent a tragic outcome." Kiera frowned, mulling over his words as she wracked her memory on the lore of the landless Rovers. They were deeply mythologized nomads, wandering the outskirts of the great pack renaissance in isolation with no loyalties beyond their own hunger and survival. "You take considerable risks for one with no vested interests," she said at last. "What if I had been the one set upon you? My own risks come from being the Luna prima nocta to Damien of Blackwood."

I responded with coldness before I dashed back to the three noble estates. Blood and roars resonated throughout the three noble estates I visited. Without being seen or acknowledged, I waltzed on their turf, strangely leaving blood petal traces—a subspace, as my wife showed me. Peace quickly turned to chaos as their people panicked. Everyone fought to defend their possessions, but witnessing one of them transform into a fallen rogue felt like a nightmare from which they wished to awaken. They feared their family. ‘Oh, they’re funny. You already told them, but look, just seeing a fallen rogue, they decided to kill them on sight.’

“Is there a reason you're doing this?” Taking a deep breath, she looks around to be certain we're alone before pouting dramatically at me. gods! The only person I know who does that thing with her mouth is Dani, and though she taught me how to do it, I still find it embarrassing. “Betttth,” Zuri coos. “Crestbane is a cold place to be. These Nobles can be ruthless. Once they find out you’re a Prose, the weak Nobles would want to eliminate you to rank up some points. Aside from every other thing that goes on in this place, lots of Nobles are killed here. During the yearly ‘sweep’, weaker Nobles are killed, and survivors get to rank up the chart with the number of their kills.”